Windy Night (Haoyar Rat) (Jibanananda Das Poems)
Last night was thick with wind, a time of countless stars.All night long, a vast wind played within my mosquito ...
Last night was thick with wind, a time of countless stars.All night long, a vast wind played within my mosquito ...
Are my tears vinegar and yours honey? Is my weeping humiliation, yourmoaning dominion?Do you think you are strong, while the ...
Said a simpering Butterfly, sipping a rose,To a graceless Mosquito on grandpapa's nose,Whom she hoped to entrap,"Pray come, Sir, and ...
leaving mesomething on my chesttears on my mosquito net(Masaoka Shiki)
live so that youcan stick out your tongueat the insurancedoctorif you will drink hair restorer followevery dram with somegood standarddepilatoryas ...
WHEN did you start your tricksMonsieur?What do you stand on such high legs for?Why this length of shredded shankYou exaltation?Is ...
Deep in the heart of the jungle, Close to the white man's grave,Where the goldfish have beards that stick out ...
The devil, we're told, in hell was chained,and a thousand years he there remained,and he never complained, nor did he ...
AFTER a night of languor without rest,-- Striving to sleep, yet wishing morn might come, By the pent, scorching atmosphere ...
I often sigh over my long white hair.My woman shares my sorrow.She patches up winter clothes under the lampwhile our ...
On the shores of Gitche Gumee, Of the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood Nokomis, the old woman, Pointing with her finger westward, ...
Drinking my tea Without sugar- No difference. The sparrow shits upside down --ah! my brain & eggs Mayan head in ...
My vision obscured laughing in the moment walking on my face landing of the lens my left eye blinded for ...
One song, of praise to our God all with different voices the bleat of the sheep the buzz of the ...
Crashing waves on a rocky coast, rain falling on parched ground The cry of a newborn baby, the call of ...
The creatures of the air are the creatures of creation Birds, bats, flying squirrel, flying fish, cardinals, crow, pelican, penguin, ...
A small solitary island without television, phone without running water But it had the call of the loon the splash ...
Under the parabola of a ball, a child turning into a man, I looked into the air too long. The ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
"Aye," said the boozer, "I tell you it's true, sir, I once was a punter with plenty of pelf, But ...
A Recitation for Martha Wakefield, Three Years Old There was a little turtle. He lived in a box. He swam ...
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